“That’s wonderful.” Mrs. Foster glowed. “A wedding. Sir, I need to know all the details.”
Samuel shook his head.
William glanced from one to the other. “Isn’t that why you dragged us across the pond? You want to marry that lady…” He snapped his fingers a few times. “Valerie, Vanessa…”
“Vivienne,” he signed before scolding himself for having revealed her name to William.
“Vivienne.” William nodded. “And I thought you wanted a safe place for your future bride.”
“How do you know about her?”
William smirked. “You can’t stop talking about her, and you leave your private correspondence on the desk, sir.”
“Yes, and it’s called private for a reason.”
“You shouldn’t trust just anyone, sir.”
“No more snooping and no more stealing. I’m serious.” He left the room, annoyance turning his steps heavy.
William. He knew he was too soft with the cheeky footman…although the thief had just voiced something that had been lurking in his mind since he’d met Vivienne.
